Sounding

You
are birthnaked
my uncertain hand
traces surfaces
lipcurve
hipcurve
breastswell
tries
cannot
touch the meaning of you.
Our eyes meet
only glancedeep
you slide away
but circle back
hold my gaze
ready now
this time
urge me
draw me
into your cool green element.
I dive
touch bottom
surface
a long time later
gasping
from secret places
riddled with dreams.